Convos with Rin pt 2
Rin x Gn! Reader
No warnings! Just pure fluff, as with the first one you can read this as purely platonic if you'd like. Part 1 here.
“What’s your ideal type?” You ask suddenly.
The breeze blows through where the two of you sit on the bleachers, causing a strand of hair to pull from behind your ear to drift in the breeze.
“I dunno, never thought about it.” Rin replies, his brow furrowed slightly.
“Pfffft– laaaame.” You drag out, snickering mentally at the way his eyebrows crease at the sound.
“Then what’s yours?” He asks.
“Easy!” You say with a grin. “An eldritch horror.”
“I– what?” He questions, his head turning to meet your carefree gaze.
“An eldritch horror.” You repeat.
“Explain?”
“Well, it’s like this: “Oh Cuthulu, harbinger of destruction and insanity, you ask me, a mere mortal, to become one with you for eternity? I’d be honored, o old one.” You say dramatically, crossing your hands along your chest in a dramatic manner as you serenade an imaginary Old One.
“Why the hell would you want that?”
“I don’t know about you, but near eternal slumber sounds like a delight to me.”
“…god you’re weird.” He says after a while, but his words hold no real weight to them.
“Hey, you talked to me first!” You protest, looking at him in mock offense. “You grabbed the shovel and dug your own grave, don't you forget that.”
“My biggest regret.” Rin says lowly.
“…I wish it was.” You say somewhat wistfully, your eyes briefly glimpsing a bittersweet memory out on the snow.
“What?”
“Nothing.” You say, shaking your head. "How was your game Rinrin?”
“Don’t call me that.” He says curtly.
“Oh okay.”
You sit in silence for a while, taking in the breeze and the distant sounds of children playing before you open up your mouth again.
“How was your game dipshit?”
“You can fuck right off.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t have to resort to petty insults if you just admitted you like the nickname.”
“…whatever.” He scowls, turning away from you.
Unfortunately for him, you can see the tint of red on his cheeks.
“Oho? Is that a blush I see? The prince of darkness has feelings? Oh my god they grow up so fast.” You coo out, much to his annoyance.
“I should just leave.”
“But you won’t!”
“…but I won’t.”
“Heh, love you too.” You say with a grin. “You didn’t answer my question though.”
“It was the same as usual.” He relents with a sigh, and the conversation moves from there, flowing like the lazy breeze on that summer day.
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I don’t even know what to do with myself and my body anymore.
I just want to die and disappear
And I want to hurt myself but of course I don’t have the energy or strength to do so, if I would tell my mom about how I feel she probably blame my phone when it has nothing to do with it
It’s almost Christmas and I feel like crap, I’m supposed to be happy.
I’d rather harm myself than die, at least if I harm myself then I’ll still be alive but I’ll just feel pain.
I’m pathetic.
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